Sunday, December 31, 2023

Welcoming You Home

 —Poetry by Michael H. Brownstein, 
Jefferson City, MO
—Photos Courtesy of Public Domain

—Michael H. Brownstein, Jefferson City, MO

This New Year’s—
let your dreams blossom into color,
let their perfume waft into your essence.
wake up, child.
You are much older now.
Open your window.
Let the sunshine in.
Let its warmth form your smile.
Let its light welcome you home.

Today's LittleNip:
Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, "It will be happier". 
—Alfred Lord Tennyson

—Medusa, thanking Michael Brownstein for his poem today, and wishing all of you a year full of light in 2024!
 “Let your dreams blossom into color…”

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